Mart 28, 2024

The Little Leather Thong

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The Little Leather Thong

I work in a traveling rodeo. I’m tall, I’m built, I’m handsome, rugged, and strong. In fact, part of my lasso act is when I find a poor damsel tied up and set her free by breaking the ropes with my bare hands. They’re trick ropes: I’m strong but no one can do that. Rope is rope and each cord could stand up to a hunner pounds.

So one night I was in a strange town in a strange bar when I met an intriguing woman. I don’t get lucky every time I visit a bar, but a few times a year I do. Nevertheless, she was special. Prettier than five years of one nighters and hotter than whoopee in woolens. She had the looks to make a man think about settling in.

At first she was with a group of ladies. What attracted me to her was how expressive a woman she was. It seemed like she could communicate books of information with a toss of her hair, or an eyeflash, or a half-curled smile.

When the group disbanded, as the girls were leaving she stayed behind to pay the bill. She came up to the bar, cash in hand, to pay the little guy behind the counter. He called himself John but he looked more like a Johnny to me.

I noticed the hair tie on her wrist, which always makes me think of blowjobs, but I only commented on the leather thong bolo she wore around her neck.

In response, she winked and said, “I’m Sharon. Would you like to see my other leather thong?” I couldn’t miss the innuendo. She must have been pretty tipsy, but I still got us four more shots, two for her, to make absolutely sure that if we ever got to her place she would be relaxed and feeling no pain.

She laughed a lot, throwing back her shots. I laughed too, enjoying her friendly devil-may-care nature.

She talked a lot too. She talked about her job, her hobbies, me, her ex boyfriend, etc. Maybe she even talked a bit too much about the ex, as if she still held deep feelings for him. I questioned just how “ex” he really was, though it didn’t bother me. Probably because she continued to pepper enough sexual references into the conversation to keep hope alive that the blowjob she kept hinting at would become real.

After plenty of time and drinks she dropped the phone that she was always playing with, into her purse, looked over her shoulder and with a sly grin announced, “Let’s go check out my thong.”

I jumped off that barstool faster than a scalded cat. Putting my arm around her slim waist I guided her out toward my truck, but she said the drive to her house was a maze, so we took her cheap foreign-shit hybrid car. That car was smaller than the little end of nothin’ but I squeezed myself in there knowing I drew the best bull.

When we got back to her place, which was indeed in the sticks, it seemed big for such a little filly but definitely sufficient for a blowjob.

I sensed she started to sober up so I decided I couldn’t afford any missteps or she might lose her verve. I gave her my most romantic kiss, playing with the leather bolo around her neck before starting to unbutton her blouse. I was prepared to use all my considerable powers of persuasion.

She stopped me right then, pointing to a huge wicker lounge chair, the kind that belonged more on the front porch than in the living room. She coyly asked me to strip and relax so she could put on a show.

I was butt naked lying on that recliner before my duds hit the floor and with no need to ply her any more.

Swaying in a sexy dance, she started to remove things. First, as expected, she took that elastic off her wrist. Then dangling it on one finger, she dropped her earrings on a table dramatically. When she finally put her hair up in a pony my heart leaped. Removing the leather cord from her elegant neck she approached me like a lioness out for the kill.

She stared into my soul seductively while unbuttoning her blouse. The leather necktie dangled from the same finger previously occupied by the elastic tie.

With slow sultry movements she knelt on the floor before that wicker lounge. She never broke eye contact. I could have gotten lost in those mesmerizing green eyes.

She ran her hands up my legs from my ankles to my knees, making cooing sounds while she did it. Her blouse parted revealing a full plump cleavage. Man, I hoped that BJ would include some jug fucking. There’s not much better than seeing your pole emerge from between two big breasts and into luscious wet lips.

As her hands traveled the distance from my knees, up my thighs and toward my balls, she had to climb partly onto the lounge chair to reach. I felt her open blouse brush against my feet while the corded bolo, still dangling from her finger, brushed my inner leg.

I started to caress her face but she reprimanded me sternly, “No hands!” It wasn’t the first time a pick-up had instructed me not to use my hands. Some women really don’t like that. I have a method to change their minds once the cock-loving starts.

She stroked my balls with long sexy fingers. They moved all over my precious Ankara escort jewels finding their way into private crevices before circling under to grasp them firmly. Delightful! She rubbed and stroked my testicles telling me how much she loved how low they hung down.

I rewarded her enthusiasm, “Sharon, you’re the most amazing woman!” Her eyes darted to meet mine briefly and I sensed she didn’t quite believe me. What previous beau had damaged her?

Her face was so close to my package I could feel her warm breath. She was watching herself manipulate my balls so intensely, that when she looked up periodically, her brows were furrowed in deep concentration.

Gazing into my eyes again she leaned closer, throwing her arms out and down to the sides of the chair. I wondered if she intended to deliver a hands free blowjob. With her face on my thigh she reached under the chair saying, “I bet you love these balls even more than I do.”

Next, she sat up quickly jerking both arms with a sudden tug. I felt a sharp yank to my balls, like when you kneel in spurs, which caused me to bolt upright on that chair.

Surveying my shocked scrotum, I didn’t see it at first, but it didn’t take long to realize that she had tied my loose hanging balls tightly to the wicker chair. I leaned down to see that leather thong tightly looped around my sack with the cords fed down between the holes in the wicker weaving and knotted underneath.

With a hint of panic I asked, “What kind of game is this?”

“No game.” She replied. Then, somewhat exasperated she added, “Ugh! The things I do for you.”

I started to calm the girl down, “Umm, I can do without it…It’s not really doing a lot for me.” But then I noticed a naked man emerge from the shadows. It was the bartender.

He was maybe five ten, 180 pounds so I knew I could take him.

He ignored me, speaking to the little lady who had moved to a nearby armchair, “If you would just do it yourself you wouldn’t need to go get me these guys. But you did a better job than other times. He’s really handsome.”

Knowing I was in trouble I tried to reach under the chair to untie myself. I just couldn’t reach the knot. Then I tried to break the leather thong she had tied me with, but it wouldn’t budge.

I stared at my poor balls. My scrotum was flattened out against the chair where the cord banded them, and my testicles were forced obscenely down into the bottom of my sack. It didn’t hurt much but they were stuck tighter than a fencenail.

With one foot on either side of the chair I picked it up, scooting buck naked for the door. Without even looking away from the argument she was having with her boyfriend she pushed the chair back on the floor sending an excruciating jolt into my nethers. “I don’t like this deal one bit…” She complained, “…but go ahead get your jollies off with him. Because you’re right – I’m not suckin’ your gross dick. It was bad enough touching his balls and he’s a heck of a lot more manly than you.”

Seeing that they recognized my superior strength I made my bid, “I’m tougher than the two of you put together. You better let me the hell out of here or I’m gonna whoop you to next Sunday!”

Turning to me they laughed, “We’ve used guys stronger ‘n you. You’re either gonna cooperate, starve, or lose your balls.” At that moment he kicked my chair driving home their point with perfect painful clarity.

For the first time in a long time I felt fear and powerlessness, “Just what do you have planned?”

Johny played with me, “Remember that blowjob she kept hinting at? If you think about it carefully she never did say it was going to be her blowing you, did she?” I thought back on it and he was right. He was there after all so he was as likely to remember as I. He continued, “And it sure ain’t gonna be me doing you.”

“So? What’s it gonna be? Are we going to leave you tied up to starve? Are we going to abuse your balls torturously? Or are you going to take care of me?”

I screwed up my face eyeing the two of them suspiciously. Weighing my options none of them sounded good though the first two were decidedly worse than the last. How could I make this better? My brain was working overtime when John interrupted, “Well, what’s it gonna be? Hurry up ’cause I’d like to blow my load and get you back to your truck before the sun comes up.”

I mustered up all the bravado I could, considering the circumstances, “I’ve got a real nice, thick, big cock. If she bounces up and down on it…” Here I shuddered forcing myself to say it, “…while I ‘take care’ of you, I’ll do a good job.”

I’d admitted that they won. That I would suck his cock. Now I was bargaining to at least get into her pussy.

John stepped further into the light revealing the rest of himself to me. Dangling there, his cock was huge! I never would have imagined such an averagely built man would have such an impressive tool. “She’s already got more than she can handle. That’s the Ankara escort bayan whole reason you’re here.” Yet he seemed intrigued by the idea of a proposal even if he did reject my first offer, “What else you got?”

In a flash of inspiration I had an idea, “I’ll teach her to like sucking your cock. Well, actually I’ll teach you to teach her to like it. Really, I’ll be trading one blowjob from me for a lifetime of blowjobs from her.”

Sharon jumped up from the armchair, storming off into the kitchen. I whispered to Johnny, “We’ll meet at the bar and talk for a few hours. By the time I’m done you’ll know all I know.”

He looked at me incredulously, “If I let you out of here I’ll never see you again.” He stopped talking for a long time. I could see the wheels spinning. He was thinking about taking the chance that he would lose tonight’s blowjob yet gain so much more.

In the end he didn’t trust me, “You’re gonna blow me now – AND teach me – or you’ll never see your truck again.”

Aaargh! I didn’t see that coming. I’d made things worse and lost to them twice. I could have escaped with merely damaged pride and now I was going to have to reveal my secrets to this schmutz – and not get out of the blowjob.

Johnny stepped up straddling my chair and presented his large organ to me.

I put my hand on his thigh to fend him off, “Remember when Sharon called your cock gross?” He nodded. “Well for Pete’s sake you’ve got to wash it. You stink! First lesson: make your cock nice. Now go take a shower if you ever expect her to like it.” I saw on his lips the start of an argument so I countered preemptively, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He headed off to the bathroom, aware for the first time of an obvious truth, while I yelled after him, “And dude, shave all that bush off!”

I saw him stop in his tracks. So I added, “Seriously, man. Trust me. We’re talking about a lifetime of BJs here.” Off he trotted.

When the shower turned on Sharon came back in the room with a glass of wine, pretending that she wasn’t there to see me. She sat in the armchair again. Her blouse was still open though all I could see was cleavage. After a bit she mused, “You could make me like it? Like hypnosis?”

“Absolutely! And no. I can tell you want to please him. It’s one of the greatest gifts you can give your man.”

She looked surprised, “Really? A gift?” I nodded. “I never thought of it as a gift before. Just nasty.”

“I couldn’t help but break out in a wry smile, “Well you’ve seen his cock. His upkeep has been pretty nasty.” We laughed together. I wondered if I could persuade her to let me go.

She was musing again, “Cleaning it up ‘s not going to do it.”

I couldn’t help but agree with the truth, “Of course not, that won’t be enough.” Then I asked her, “If you came to like it, I mean truthfully, not just as an obligation…would your relationship be better? Would he be grateful? Treat you like a queen? Dream about no one else? Rush home every night?”

My questions stunned her. She didn’t even blink for like a minute. I could see her turn a corner, “How will you do it?”

I cocked my head looking at her in all earnestness, “Do you want to know how I’ll do it OR do you want to like it?” Serenely, she got up to leave, dropping the question.

“Wait!” I called to her, “You love him but you’re afraid he only wants the free milk and not the cow.” She spun around so fast her top flew open. Her breasts were amazing! Tearing my eyes from her spectacular chest, I looked up to see her lip trembling and that she was on the verge of tears. Softly, I both ordered and implored,”Come here Sharon.”

She stepped closer, “I’m not gonna blow you. You can’t make me.”

“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. But that’s not why I want you here. It’s your first lesson. You won’t touch me – unless you want to. Now kneel where you were.” She lowered herself down between my thighs like before, not caring that her boobs and erect nipples were on full display. She looked afraid as well as sad now. I offered, “Someone needs to care for you.” Then I held out hope, “Maybe Johnny.”

Kneeling there she apologized for her feelings, “It feels demeaning.”

I twirled a wisp of her hair between my fingertips, “It’s a sublime sacrifice. Some day when I settle down I will work my fingers to the bone and break my back for my angel. I’ll give her my whole body and she’ll give me hers. Your gifts are never demeaning – they’re beautiful.”

“Look at my penis. It won’t bite, it certainly can’t attack all tied down by my balls. Now keep looking but think about your lips. Your lips are special there’s nothing else like your beautiful amazing lips. They’re sexy and soft and warm. They are your main tool for telling him you love him. You say sweet things all day, and if you desire it you can tell him in other ways too. Keep looking. Your pussy is hot but it comes with worry: what if you got pregnant? What Escort Ankara if he doesn’t know his way around down there?

Her eyes told me I was on the right track. “Your pussy has no control. You can’t nibble with your pussy. You can’t kiss with your pussy. Is there any connection greater or more romantic than a kiss? Now multiply that connection ten times by kissing a penis instead of his lips.

When you kiss his dick it’s you who is in control. You get to decide if you do it or not. You decide if you finish or switch to regular sex. You decide if he even gets to come. You decide where. You decide what happens after.”

Her only comment was, “Wow.” I knew I had her. Just a little more time.

Do you see how clean my member is? Do you see how I’ve taken the effort to shave it so nicely? It shows I care.” The shower was still running. I could see her make the connection between my words and John’s showering.

“Blow a stream of air on my dick.” When she did it my dick jumped. “You did that.” She smiled uncertainly. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to. But lean closer. It smells clean and fresh.”

“It likes you and wants to let you know how it appreciates your love. Your mouth is the source of every good thing in your relationship. Everytime you smile it’s your mouth. Every kind word comes from your mouth. Every peck on the cheek. Every tender whisper. Every sigh. How could he not be irresistibly drawn to your mouth and lips? How could any man not want to love your mouth with the source of his power? The power you choose to adore.” She smiled more confidently.

I could see she was being drawn to my cock. Her eyelids dimmed just a little – classic bedroom eyes. She wasn’t smiling now, her lips were too relaxed and ready. I felt her body weight increase on the chair as she leaned forward.

Just then the shower turned off with a loud click. Sharon jumped up, “What if I’m not good at it? And what about the spooge?”

As her naked feet padded through the kitchen doorway my words followed after her, “Don’t worry. He’ll teach you. It’ll be fine. I promise, really.”

I was disappointed in myself. I’d gotten distracted when her breath was on my balls and lost sight of the goal. Fifteen more minutes and I might have convinced her to let me go. Instead I was still trapped here with my balls strapped tightly to a chair.

John returned all clean and groomed. I needed him to believe the effect was more dramatic than it really was, “Oh John, that’s impressive! It looks so clean – edible. What woman wouldn’t want that majestic organ? It almost makes me want it too – almost.”

He was so tickled and flattered that he smiled at me in a way I doubt a straight man has ever smiled at another straight man before. Though I had a few doubts about his straightness. I mean, he was planning to have sex with my mouth when Sharon’s pussy was available. I bet that made her angry. I could use that.

He planted himself in front of me again, aiming at my unwilling lips. It did look a whole lot better. I was intrigued seeing that he was uncircumcised. It made me curious about how a foreskin worked and what was under there. He started to move it closer.

“Woah there partner!” You want another lesson or not?” He nodded dumbly, knowing I was the teacher and he was the student. I wondered if I could use that to my advantage too.

When you look at your girls lips you must absolutely believe that her lips are the source of all goodness. No doubts! When you sit across from her at breakfast look deep into her eyes, but always let your gaze come back to her lips. Everytime you look at her lips you have to be thinking, “I love her. I love her lips. Her lips are her love. You must crave her smile and every mystical word that comes from her lips.”

John just said, “Ok” without really thinking about what I told him.

“Stop! I’m fucking serious here. You have to believe. Now say it! Repeat after me.” I told him again and he repeated each word solemnly.

If you do it right you will both know that her mouth is a magic place that makes the whole world wonderful. You two must agree subconsciously that her lips are the most sensual, sexualized, part of her.

When you kiss her goodbye in the morning always touch her lips tenderly with your thumb, always take one last glance at her lips, and ALWAYS, think of love whenever you see them.

I think the knowledge blew him away. He stood there slack-jawed. I replied, “That’s lesson two. Do you believe me now? Can I go?”

“Hell no! I’ll still never see you again if you go. Then I won’t get any more lessons.” He was right of course. I’d find my truck and gladly never see either of them again.

He lifted up his quarter-hard cock. It looked heavy in his hand. Bigger than my big one by an easy two inches. He grabbed my head roughly pulling me to his sheathed cock. “Stop!” I yelled. But he ignored me.

Then I yelled, “Lesson three!” This stopped him faster’n a curb bit. “When you put your dick in a girl’s mouth you must be utterly convinced that she wants it. If you don’t think she wants it, then why should she think she wants it? If she’s yelling for you to stop then you know she doesn’t want it. If you need to drag her to your cock then you know she doesn’t want it.”

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